The next day, as the sun rose in the east and purple qi drifted from the horizon, atop the mountain of the Tenth Peak of the Holy Sect, a colossal hundred-meter-long vessel floated in the air, blocking the sky, exuding a majestic and dazzling aura. Glowing runes covered its surface, forming a mysterious formation.
Lin Fan was deeply intrigued by the giant vessel, wondering what kind of technique or artifact could possibly keep it suspended in midair—it was truly hard to believe.
“Yulao, this mission to slay the beast will be under your command.”
“Yes, Senior Elder.”
…
Standing aside, Lin Fan observed Yulao, the mission leader, who exuded a faintly ominous aura, giving off a subtle sense of danger.
He was a high-level Small Heaven Realm cultivator.
At this moment, twenty inner sect disciples had gathered for the mission.
Among them, Lin Fan recognized one—Zong Hentian—while the rest were unfamiliar to him.
In Lin Fan’s eyes, these inner sect disciples were all outstanding prodigies, full of vigor and charisma.
Compared to them, Lin Fan appeared rather ordinary.
As Lin Fan was observing the inner disciples, they too were scrutinizing him.
They had no idea who this man was—none of them had seen him in the inner sect before. Although this mission was led by Elder Yu, among the disciples themselves, Zong, the senior disciple, was the de facto leader.
While the primary objective was to slay the beast, the secondary goal was to compete with other sects.
Therefore, the twenty selected disciples were all top-tier fighters within the sect.
“Yulao, aside from slaying the beast, there’s another task—protect Lin junior properly,” Senior Elder Wuya had to make this clear. While slaying the beast was important, protecting Lin Fan was even more crucial.
“Yes, Elder,” Yulao hesitated slightly, then looked at Lin Fan, beginning to understand the situation.
“Alright, let’s depart!” Elder Wuya called out, and the inner sect disciples soared into the air, leaping onto the giant vessel.
Lin Fan watched as his juniors flew up one by one, and he immediately felt anxious—damn it, he couldn’t fly!
But in front of so many juniors, how could he possibly lose face? With a determined leap, he shot upward like a cannonball and landed on the vessel.
Elder Wuya shook his head with a bitter smile. He didn’t know what would happen on this journey, but there shouldn’t be too much danger. After all, the Sect Leader must have prepared a safeguard for Lin Fan.
Though there might be some hardships, danger should be minimal.
Standing on the vessel, Lin Fan looked around curiously and reached out to touch the ship.
The next day, as the sun rose in the east, casting a purple hue across the sky, a massive hundred-zhang-long ship floated in the void above the peak where the Sect Master of the Tenth Peak of the Holy Sect resided. The ship was so vast that it blotted out the sun, exuding an awe-inspiring aura. Its surface shimmered with flowing light, adorned with unknown runes that formed a complex array.
Lin Fan was deeply intrigued by the ship, wondering what kind of mechanism could keep such a colossal vessel afloat. It seemed almost unbelievable.
“Elder Yu, the task of slaying the beast is entrusted to you,” said the Grand Elder.
“Yes, Grand Elder,” Elder Yu replied.
…
Lin Fan stood to the side, observing Elder Yu, who was leading the expedition. He sensed an aura of danger emanating from the man, a faint but unsettling presence.
Elder Yu’s cultivation was at the peak of the Small Heaven Stage.
There were twenty inner disciples participating in this journey.
Among them, Lin Fan recognized one—Zong Hentian—but the others were unfamiliar to him.
To Lin Fan, these inner disciples were the pride of the sect, the cream of the crop, each one a prodigy in their own right.
In comparison, Lin Fan felt rather ordinary.
As Lin Fan observed the inner disciples, they too were sizing him up.
They had no idea who he was, having never seen him among the inner disciples. Although Elder Yu was leading the expedition, among the disciples, Zong Hentian was the de facto leader.
While the primary objective was to slay the beast, a secondary goal was to compete with other sects. Thus, the selected inner disciples were the sect’s top talents.
“Elder Yu, aside from slaying the beast, there’s one more thing—protect Junior Brother Lin,” Elder Wuya instructed, emphasizing that while slaying the beast was important, safeguarding Lin Fan was even more critical.
“Yes, Elder,” Elder Yu replied, glancing at Lin Fan with a hint of understanding.
“Alright, let’s depart,” Elder Wuya announced, and the inner disciples began to levitate, ascending onto the massive ship.
Lin Fan watched as his fellow disciples flew up, feeling a pang of anxiety. He couldn’t fly! But he couldn’t afford to lose face in front of them, so he leaped with all his might, propelling himself like a cannonball onto the ship.
Elder Wuya shook his head with a wry smile, unsure what this journey would bring. However, he believed there would be no real danger, as the Sect Master had likely left some safeguards for Lin Fan.
Though there might be some hardships, Lin Fan should be safe.
Standing on the ship, Lin Fan looked around with growing interest, reaching out to touch its surface.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering the Azure Nether War Ship.”
“Azure Nether War Ship: Crafted from Heaven and Earth Profound Crystal and the bones of a Three-Headed Winged Serpent.”
…
The inner disciples watched Lin Fan as he curiously examined the ship, some of them smirking at his apparent naivety. “Junior Brother, I’ve never seen you before,” one of them asked. While there were many inner disciples, they were all familiar with each other, so this newcomer piqued their curiosity.
Lin Fan smiled, knowing exactly what the disciple was getting at. “Junior Nephew, you’re mistaken. I am Lin Fan, the Sect Master of the Nameless Peak of the Holy Demon Sect. By seniority, you should address me as your uncle.”
His words stunned the surrounding inner disciples, who were seated cross-legged.
As inner disciples, they were well-informed about the sect’s affairs. They knew the Sect Master had granted the Nameless Peak to someone, but they hadn’t paid much attention, as it seemed unrelated to them.
Now, they were shocked to discover that the person before them was the one who had been granted the peak.
The inner disciple who had spoken frowned, then turned away, refusing to engage further with Lin Fan.
For inner disciples, especially the prodigies, it was unthinkable to casually address someone as “uncle,” especially someone who, in their eyes, had merely been lucky enough to be granted a higher status by the Sect Master.
“Hey, Junior Nephew, why aren’t you speaking?” Lin Fan pressed, teasing the inner disciple.
At that moment, the Azure Nether War Ship began to tremble and ascend. Lin Fan ignored the disciple and leaned against the ship’s side, gazing at the scenery below.
As they rose higher, the objects below grew smaller, and Lin Fan caught his first glimpse of the Holy Sect in its entirety.
It was breathtaking…
The massive peaks gradually shrank, becoming mere shadows. The higher they went, the greater the pressure, but a blue light enveloped the ship, shielding it.
“We are one day away from the Misty Snow Peak. The Snow King Lion, a descendant of the ancient Raging Snow Lion, is a formidable beast. Do not engage it head-on,” Elder Yu announced as he emerged from the ship’s control room.
“Elder Yu, the Snow King Lion’s strength increases significantly in the snow. With our current cultivation, we might not be a match for it,” Zong Hentian said.
Lin Fan, listening nearby, nodded in agreement. Beasts were naturally stronger than humans, and even at the same cultivation level, they could easily overpower humans.
If things went south, Lin Fan had already decided to use his invisibility technique and flee without hesitation.
However, the sect wouldn’t send its disciples on a suicide mission. There had to be a reason for not deploying higher-level cultivators.
“Indeed, that would normally be the case. However, according to our scouts, the Snow King Lion recently gave birth, and its strength has been reduced to less than half. Our goal is to seize its cub,” Elder Yu explained calmly, though he knew the task wouldn’t be easy.
While the Snow King Lion itself was a treasure, its cub was even more valuable. The Holy Sect wasn’t the only one interested—other sects would undoubtedly compete for it.
This was likely to be a fierce battle.
“The Snow King Lion isn’t the main concern. What’s crucial is that you all be wary of other sects, especially the Sealing Heaven Sect,” Zong Hentian said with a grim expression.
He hadn’t forgotten the Sealing Heaven Sect’s prodigy, who had crippled his junior brother Tian Yu.
Now, Tian Yu’s fate was unknown.
“Senior Brother, are you referring to Ling Ao, one of the Sealing Heaven Sect’s three prodigies?” an inner disciple asked.
“Exactly. If any of you encounter him, be extremely cautious,” Zong Hentian warned. Even he wasn’t confident he could escape unscathed if they clashed again.
However, since this wasn’t in a forbidden area, Ling Ao likely wouldn’t resort to killing members of other sects.
Feeling the tense atmosphere, Lin Fan chuckled, “Junior Nephews, the path of martial arts is about defying the heavens. As we approach this fierce battle, I’ve prepared some pills for you. If you’re in danger, throw these pills at your opponent. They might prove useful.”
Lin Fan took out his specially crafted pills and distributed a few to each disciple.
“What kind of pills are these? I’ve never seen anything like them.”
“Throw them at the enemy? What good would that do?”
…
The inner disciples were puzzled, unsure of the pills’ purpose.
“Thank your Uncle Lin,” Elder Yu interjected.
Before leaving, Grand Elder Wuya had specifically instructed him to protect Lin Fan, emphasizing the importance of the task. It was clear that Lin Fan held a significant position within the sect.
Elder Yu could see that the inner disciples didn’t take Lin Fan seriously, so he stepped in to support him.
With Elder Yu’s words, the inner disciples had no choice but to acknowledge Lin Fan as their uncle, though some still didn’t value the pills, while others tucked them away, willing to try them if the situation turned dire.
The next day, as the sun rose in the east, casting a purple hue across the sky, a colossal ship, a hundred zhang in length, hovered in the void above the peak where the Sect Master of the Tenth Peak of the Holy Sect resided. The ship was so massive that it blotted out the sun, exuding an awe-inspiring aura. Its surface shimmered with flowing light, covered in unknown runes that formed a complex array.
Lin Fan was deeply intrigued by the ship, wondering what kind of mechanism could keep such a massive vessel afloat. It seemed almost unbelievable.
“Elder Yu, the task of slaying the beast is entrusted to you,” said the Grand Elder.
“Yes, Grand Elder,” Elder Yu replied.
…
Lin Fan stood there, observing Elder Yu, who was leading the expedition. He sensed an aura of danger emanating from the man, a faint but unsettling presence.
Elder Yu was at the peak of the Minor Heaven Stage.
This time, twenty inner disciples were selected for the mission.
Among them, Lin Fan recognized one—Zong Hentian—but the others were unfamiliar to him.
However, in Lin Fan’s eyes, these inner disciples were all extraordinary, the cream of the crop, true prodigies.
Lin Fan, standing among them, seemed rather ordinary by comparison.
As Lin Fan scrutinized the inner disciples, they too were sizing him up.
They didn’t recognize him; he wasn’t someone they had seen in the inner sect. Although Elder Yu was leading the expedition, among the disciples, Zong Hentian was the de facto leader.
This mission was primarily about slaying the beast, but it was also an opportunity to compete with other sects. Therefore, the inner disciples selected were the top fighters of the sect.
“Elder Yu, aside from slaying the beast, there’s one more thing—protect Junior Brother Lin,” Elder Wuya emphasized. While slaying the beast was important, protecting Lin Fan was even more crucial.
“Yes, Elder,” Elder Yu replied, glancing at Lin Fan with a hint of understanding.
“Alright, let’s move out!” Elder Wuya shouted, and the inner disciples began to float into the air, boarding the massive ship.
Lin Fan watched as his fellow disciples flew up, feeling a bit anxious. He couldn’t fly! But he couldn’t lose face in front of them, so he leaped with all his might, shooting up like a cannonball and landing on the ship.
Elder Wuya shook his head with a wry smile, unsure what this journey would bring. But he believed there shouldn’t be any real danger, as the Sect Master had likely left some safeguards for Lin Fan.
Though there might be some hardships, danger should be minimal.
Lin Fan stood on the ship, looking around with growing interest. He reached out and touched the ship.
“Ding! Congratulations on discovering the Azure Nether War Ship.”
“Azure Nether War Ship: Crafted from Heaven and Earth Profound Crystal and the bones of the Three-Headed Winged Serpent.”
…
The inner disciples watched Lin Fan, who was touching the ship like a country bumpkin, with some amusement. “Junior Brother, I’ve never seen you before,” one of them asked. Although there were many inner disciples, they knew most of the capable ones. This person, however, was unfamiliar.
Lin Fan looked at the disciple, fully aware of what he was implying. With a smile, he replied, “Junior Nephew, you’re mistaken. I am Lin Fan, the Sect Master of the Nameless Peak’s Holy Demon Sect. By seniority, you should address me as Uncle.”
His words stunned the inner disciples sitting around him.
As inner disciples, they were well-informed about the sect’s affairs. They knew the Sect Master had granted the Nameless Peak to someone, but they hadn’t paid much attention, as it didn’t concern them directly.
Now, they were surprised to find that this person was the one who had been granted the peak.
The inner disciple who had spoken frowned and turned away, no longer engaging with Lin Fan.
For inner disciples, especially prodigies, it was hard to casually address someone as “Uncle,” especially someone who, in their eyes, had merely been lucky enough to be granted a higher status by the Sect Master.
“Hey, Junior Nephew, why aren’t you talking anymore?” Lin Fan pressed, teasing the inner disciple.
At that moment, the Azure Nether War Ship began to vibrate and ascend. Lin Fan ignored the disciple and leaned against the ship’s side, looking down at the scenery below.
As they rose higher, the objects below grew smaller, and Lin Fan got his first full view of the Holy Sect.
It was breathtaking…
The massive peaks gradually shrank, turning into dark shadows. The higher they went, the greater the pressure, but a blue light enveloped the ship, protecting it.
“We’re one day away from the Misty Snow Peak. The Minor Heaven Stage beast, the Snow King Lion, is a descendant of the ancient beast, the Raging Snow Lion. It’s incredibly powerful, so don’t engage it head-on,” Elder Yu said as he emerged from the ship’s control room.
“Elder Yu, the Snow King Lion’s strength increases significantly in the snow. With our current cultivation, we might not be a match for it,” Zong Hentian remarked.
Lin Fan, listening nearby, nodded in agreement. Beasts were naturally stronger than humans; even at the same cultivation level, they could easily overpower humans.
If things went south, Lin Fan had already decided to use his invisibility skill and flee without hesitation.
But since the sect hadn’t sent higher-level experts, there must be a reason. They wouldn’t just send the disciples to their deaths.
“Originally, that would be the case. But according to reports, the Snow King Lion recently gave birth, and its cultivation has dropped to less than half its usual strength. Our goal this time is to seize its cub,” Elder Yu said calmly, though he knew this mission wouldn’t be easy.
The Snow King Lion was a treasure trove, but its cub was even more valuable. If the Holy Sect wanted it, other sects wouldn’t stand idly by.
This was likely to be a fierce battle.
“The Snow King Lion isn’t the main concern. What’s crucial is that you all be wary of other sects, especially the Sealing Heaven Sect,” Zong Hentian said with a grim expression.
He hadn’t forgotten the prodigy from the Sealing Heaven Sect who had destroyed Tianyu’s foundation.
Now, Tianyu’s fate was unknown; no one knew where he had gone.
“Senior Brother, are you referring to Ling Ao, one of the Sealing Heaven Sect’s three prodigies?” an inner disciple asked.
“Exactly. If any of you encounter him, be extremely cautious,” Zong Hentian warned. If they crossed paths again, he wasn’t confident he could escape unscathed.
But since this wasn’t in a forbidden area, Ling Ao probably wouldn’t go so far as to kill members of other sects.
Feeling the tense atmosphere, Lin Fan chuckled, “Junior Nephews, the path of martial arts is about seizing life from the heavens. Now that we’re about to face a fierce battle, I’ve been working day and night to prepare some pills for you. If you’re in danger, throw these pills at your opponent. They might just come in handy.”
Lin Fan took out the pills he had specially prepared and distributed a few to each disciple.
“Huh? What kind of pills are these? I’ve never seen them before.”
“Throw them at the enemy? What good would that do?”
…
The inner disciples were all puzzled, unsure of the pills’ purpose.
“Thank Uncle Lin,” Elder Yu interjected.
Before leaving, Grand Elder Wuya had specifically instructed him to protect Lin Fan, and his tone had been serious. It was clear that Lin Fan held a significant position within the sect.
Now, seeing that the inner disciples weren’t taking Lin Fan seriously, Elder Yu decided to step in and support him.
With Elder Yu’s words, the inner disciples didn’t dare to argue and all called out, “Thank you, Uncle Lin.” Some of them didn’t pay much attention to the pills, while others tucked them away, thinking they might come in handy if danger arose.
…
The inner sect disciples watched Lin Fan as he touched the ship left and right like a naive country bumpkin, inwardly amused.
“Brother disciple, I don’t recall seeing you before.”
One inner sect disciple spoke up. Though the inner sect had many disciples, those with any reputation were generally known. This unfamiliar face sparked curiosity.
Lin Fan could easily tell the other’s intention and smiled calmly, “Junior disciple, you’ve mistaken. I am Lin Fan, Sect Leader of the Nameless Peak of the Saint-Demon Sect. By seniority, you should call me uncle.”
This statement stunned the surrounding inner disciples, who had been sitting cross-legged.
As inner sect disciples, they were well-informed about major sect affairs. They knew the Sect Leader had granted the Nameless Peak to someone, but they hadn’t paid much attention—it seemed too distant from their own lives.
But now, the person standing before them was actually the one who had received the mountain from the Sect Leader. That surprised them.
Upon hearing this, the disciple furrowed his brows, then turned forward without further conversation.
For prodigies like them, calling someone “Senior Uncle” was not easy, especially someone they considered to have merely benefited from extraordinary luck and gained seniority through the Sect Leader’s favor.
“Hey, junior, why are you silent now?” Lin Fan teased.
At that moment, the Qingming Battle Vessel slightly trembled and began rising. Lin Fan stopped teasing the disciple and leaned against the ship, gazing at the scenery below.
Higher and higher it climbed, the landscape shrinking beneath him. For the first time, Lin Fan saw the entire Holy Sect from above.
So beautiful…
The towering mountains gradually diminished into dark silhouettes. The higher they ascended, the greater the pressure became, until a green light enveloped the vessel.
The next day, as the sun rose in the east, casting a purple hue across the sky, a colossal ship, a hundred zhang in length, hovered in the void above the peak where the Sect Master of the Tenth Peak of the Holy Sect resided. The ship blotted out the sky, its presence awe-inspiring, its surface shimmering with flowing light, covered in unknown runes that formed a complex array.
Lin Fan was intrigued by the ship, wondering what kind of mechanism could keep such a massive vessel afloat, which seemed almost unbelievable.
“Elder Yu, you are in charge of this expedition to slay the beast,” said the Grand Elder.
“Yes, Grand Elder,” replied Elder Yu.
…
Lin Fan stood there, observing Elder Yu, who was leading the expedition. He felt an aura of danger emanating from the elder, a faint sense of peril.
Elder Yu was at the peak of the Small Heaven Stage.
There were twenty inner disciples participating in this expedition.
Among them, Lin Fan recognized one—Zong Hentian—but the others were unfamiliar to him.
However, in Lin Fan’s eyes, these inner disciples were the elite, the pride of the sect, each one a prodigy.
Lin Fan, standing among them, seemed rather ordinary by comparison.
As Lin Fan observed the inner disciples, they too were scrutinizing him.
They didn’t know who he was, having never seen him among the inner disciples. Although Elder Yu was leading the expedition, among the disciples, Zong Hentian was the de facto leader.
While the primary objective was to slay the beast, a secondary goal was to compete with other sects. Therefore, the inner disciples selected for this expedition were the sect’s top talents.
“Elder Yu, aside from slaying the beast, there is one more task—to protect Junior Brother Lin,” Elder Wuyu emphasized. While slaying the beast was important, protecting Lin Fan was even more crucial.
“Yes, Elder,” replied Elder Yu, momentarily surprised before understanding the situation.
“Let’s depart,” Elder Wuyu declared, and the inner disciples soared into the air, boarding the colossal ship.
Lin Fan, watching his fellow disciples fly up, grew anxious. He couldn’t fly! But he couldn’t lose face in front of them, so he leaped with all his might, shooting up like a cannonball and landing on the ship.
Elder Wuyu shook his head with a wry smile, unsure what this journey would bring. However, he believed there would be no real danger, as the Sect Master likely had precautions in place.
Though there might be some hardships, there should be no life-threatening risks.
Lin Fan stood on the ship, looking around with growing interest, his hand brushing against its surface.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering the Qingming Battleship.”
“Qingming Battleship: Crafted from Heaven and Earth Profound Crystal and the bones of the Three-Headed Winged Serpent.”
…
The inner disciples watched Lin Fan, who seemed like a country bumpkin, touching everything with curiosity. One of them couldn’t help but ask, “Junior Brother, I’ve never seen you before. Who are you?”
Lin Fan, aware of the underlying intent behind the question, smiled and replied, “Nephew, you’re mistaken. I am Lin Fan, the Sect Master of the Nameless Peak of the Holy Demon Sect. By seniority, you should address me as Uncle.”
His words stunned the inner disciples seated around him.
As inner disciples, they were well-informed about the sect’s affairs. They knew the Sect Master had granted the Nameless Peak to someone, but they hadn’t paid much attention, as it seemed irrelevant to them.
Now, they were surprised to find that the person before them was the one who had been granted the peak.
The inner disciple who had spoken frowned and turned away, no longer engaging with Lin Fan.
For inner disciples, especially the prodigies, it was unthinkable to casually address someone as “Uncle,” especially someone who, in their eyes, had merely been fortunate enough to receive the Sect Master’s favor.
“Hey, nephew, why aren’t you speaking?” Lin Fan pressed, teasing the inner disciple.
At that moment, the Qingming Battleship trembled slightly and began to ascend. Lin Fan, no longer concerned with the disciple, leaned against the ship’s side, gazing at the scenery below.
As they rose higher, the objects below grew smaller, and Lin Fan saw the full expanse of the Holy Sect for the first time.
It was breathtaking…
The massive peaks gradually shrank, becoming mere shadows. The higher they went, the greater the pressure, but a blue light enveloped the ship, shielding it.
“We are one day away from the Misty Snow Peak. The Snow King Lion, a descendant of the ancient Raging Snow Lion, is a formidable beast. Do not engage it head-on,” Elder Yu announced as he emerged from the ship’s control room.
“Elder Yu, the Snow King Lion’s strength increases significantly in the snow. With our current cultivation, we might not be a match,” Zong Hentian said.
Lin Fan, listening nearby, nodded in agreement. Beasts were naturally stronger than humans, and even at the same cultivation level, they could easily overpower humans.
If things went south, Lin Fan had already decided to use his invisibility technique and flee without hesitation.
However, since the sect hadn’t sent higher-level experts, there must be a reason. They wouldn’t send disciples to their deaths.
“Indeed, that would normally be the case. However, according to reports, the Snow King Lion recently gave birth, and its strength has dropped to less than half. Our goal is to seize its cub,” Elder Yu explained calmly, though he knew this mission wouldn’t be easy.
While the Snow King Lion itself was valuable, its cub was even more so. The Holy Sect’s desire to obtain it would undoubtedly provoke fierce competition from other sects.
This would likely be a fierce battle.
“The Snow King Lion isn’t the main concern. What’s crucial is that you all be wary of other sects, especially the Sealing Heaven Sect,” Zong Hentian said with a grim expression.
He couldn’t forget the Sealing Heaven Sect’s prodigy who had destroyed Tianyu’s foundation.
Now, Tianyu’s fate was unknown.
“Senior Brother, are you referring to Ling Ao, one of the Sealing Heaven Sect’s three prodigies?” an inner disciple asked.
“Exactly. If any of you encounter him, be cautious,” Zong Hentian warned. If they clashed again, he wasn’t confident he could escape unscathed.
However, since this wasn’t in a forbidden area, Ling Ao likely wouldn’t resort to killing members of other sects.
Feeling the tense atmosphere, Lin Fan chuckled and said, “Nephews, the path of martial arts is about defying the heavens. As we face this impending battle, I’ve spent days and nights crafting some pills for you. If you encounter danger, throw these pills at your opponents. They might prove useful.”
Lin Fan took out his specially made pills and distributed a few to each disciple.
“Huh? What kind of pills are these? I’ve never seen them before.”
“Throw them at the enemy? What good would that do?”
…
The inner disciples were puzzled, unsure of the pills’ purpose.
“Thank Uncle Lin,” Elder Yu interjected.
Before leaving, Grand Elder Wuyu had specifically instructed him to protect Lin Fan, and his tone had been serious, indicating that Lin Fan held a high position within the sect.
Elder Yu could see that the inner disciples didn’t take Lin Fan seriously, so he decided to lend his support.
With Elder Yu’s intervention, the inner disciples dared not object and all addressed Lin Fan as “Uncle.” Some still didn’t value the pills, while others stored them away, thinking they might come in handy if danger arose.
“Elder Yu, the Snow King Lion will be stronger in its snowy habitat. I fear our current cultivation may not be enough to match it,” Zong Hentian said.
Lin Fan nodded in agreement. Beasts were naturally stronger than humans. At equal cultivation levels, they could easily overpower human opponents.
If things went wrong, Lin Fan had already decided—he’d vanish instantly without hesitation.
But since the sect didn’t send stronger experts, there must be a reason. They wouldn’t risk sending disciples to die pointlessly.
“Normally, that would be true. However, according to intelligence, the Snow King Lion recently gave birth, and its power is currently at only half strength. Our mission is to capture its cub,” Elder Yu said calmly, though he knew it wouldn’t be easy.
The Snow King Lion was already a treasure trove, but its cub was even more valuable. The Holy Sect wanted it, and other sects would never let it go easily.
This would surely become a fierce battle among sects.
“The Snow King Lion isn’t the real threat. What we must be wary of are other sects, especially the Fengtian Sect,” Zong Hentian said grimly.
He couldn’t forget the Fengtian Sect’s prodigy—the one who had ruined the foundation of disciple Tianyu.
Now, Tianyu’s whereabouts were unknown, and his fate uncertain.
“Senior Brother, are you referring to Ling Ao, one of the top three prodigies of Fengtian Sect?” an inner disciple asked.
“Exactly. If any of you encounter him, be cautious. If we fight again, I’m not sure I can escape from him,” Zong Hentian admitted. But this time, they weren’t in a forbidden area, so the enemy might not dare to kill disciples from other sects outright.
At this moment, Lin Fan sensed the heavy atmosphere and smiled.
“Junior disciples, the path of martial cultivation is about seizing life from the heavens. Now that we’re about to face a fierce battle, I’ve prepared some pills for you to use. If danger arises, throw the pills at your enemies—they might be of some help.”
Lin Fan took out his special pills and distributed several to each disciple.
“Huh? What kind of pills are these? I’ve never seen them before.”
“Throw them? How could throwing pills help?”
…
The inner disciples were puzzled, unsure of the pills’ purpose.
“Thank your Senior Uncle Lin properly,” Elder Yu suddenly spoke up.
Before departure, Senior Elder Wuya had specifically instructed him to protect this person with a serious tone—this was no casual remark. Most likely, Lin Fan held a high status within the sect.
Seeing the inner disciples’ dismissive attitude toward Lin Fan, Elder Yu decided to intervene.
With Elder Yu’s words, the inner disciples dared not object and called out “Senior Uncle Lin” in unison. Some still didn’t take the pills seriously, while others pocketed them, thinking they might give them a try if danger truly arose.
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